Am F E Some people say a man is made outa mud Am F E A poor manʼs made outa muscle ʼn blood... Am F E Muscle anʼ blood anʼ skin anʼ bone Am F E A mind thatʼs weak and a back thatʼs strong Chorus: Am F E You load sixteen tons anʼ whaddya get? Am F E Another day older anʼ deeper in debt Am F E Saint Peter doncha call me ʼcause I canʼt Go Am E Am I owe my soul to the company stoʼ Am F E If ya hear me a-cominʼ ya better step aside Am F E A lotta men dinʼt anʼ a lotta men died Am F E With one fist of iron anʼ the other of steel Am F E If the right one donʼ getcha then the left one will. Am F E I was born one morninʼ when the sun didnʼt shine Am F E Picked up my shovel and I went to the mine Am F E Loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal Am F E And the strawboss said, "Well, Bless my soul!" Am F E I was born one morning in the drizzlinʼ rain Am F E Fightinʼ and trouble are my middle name Am F E I was raised in the canebreak by anʼ olʼ mama hound Am F E Ainʼt no high-tone woman gonna push me around.
